Everyday life in a rickety old French farmhouse with two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs.
A record of those little things too unimportant for a diary but too important to be forgotten.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Where have they gone ?

'The Font' has developed a painful frozen shoulder and heads off to London before first light for a 'procedure'. Bob and Sophie come to the realisation that the standard of cuisine on offer will plummet - precipitously.

Hot. 34 degrees today. 36 forecast. Perfect weather for drying out the new concrete and its zig zag paw prints. Sophie very sensibly splits her day equally between snoozing in the cool hallway ...

... and joining her brother in watching for passing pilgrims. There's no sign of the builders. Having worked for fourteen days in a row they've now disappeared. It would have been good if they'd finished off what they came to do before going.

I hope the font gets some relief for her shoulder. As a former sufferer I can vouch for how painful and inconvenient it is. I think that was when I discovered that the best painkiller available is champagne!Hard luck about the builders.

I believe the concrete slab needs to cure properly before proceeding, so maybe the builders are off on another job while it cures.Hoping that the Font's procedure goes okay and she'll be back home soon.Bacon sandwiches for lunch?

Maybe the young morose builder's lad has made enough for his deposit for his new car, and they are all taking a day or two off to celebrate? We hope all goes well for the 'Font', and she is soon back to raise the culinary standards at ROF. Even bacon butties can be tiring for every meal !

About Me

2004, we sell the rain drenched farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. Two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers - Wilf and Digby - accompany us. Fluffy,patient and comical . Forever attracting laughter and new friends . After a year in Provence we moved to Italy to restore an ancient Roman watchtower . Somethings are meant not to be. Following a rather unpleasantly violent 'housejacking' ( the third in our little village ) we left Italy in late 2009 for new adventures in the rolling countryside of south west France . We are now getting to grips with a large rickety old farmhouse. Life after the violence of Italy has a gentler tempo. Digby passed on from piroplasmosis in May 2010. HIs brother, despite being diagnosed with cancer and having become blind ,soldiered on for another two years. We now embark on the next part of our journey with two new PON's - Bob and Sophie. This blog records all those little things about living with dogs that are too unimportant to make it into a diary but which make life, life.